Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

Lin Jiaoyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Haha, Senior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother is just joking with you, you don't need to be like this, victory or defeat is not a commonplace of the military."

After he finished speaking, he patted Zhao Banshan on the shoulder, then turned his head and looked over to the ring, but he was surprised in his eyes and muttered: "What? This...what does he want to do?"

In the face of such powerful Taoism, Xu Fan did not take the slightest precaution, holding the long sword directly to the Fujiki, even... even his long sword was not out of the sheath.

"He... is he crazy?" Lin Jiaoyu shook his head in confusion, and then said to Zhao Banshan: "Brother, if your disciple is hurt, you can't blame me."

Zhao Banshan shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Lin, see for yourself, I don't want to say more."

In a blink of an eye, Wandao Fujiki had rushed to Xu Fan's side, but Xu Fan could not draw a sword yet, and greeted the Fujiki without any fear, like a moth fighting a fire.

Bang!

Ten thousand vines and woods collided together and burst open, countless broken woods were flying in the air, and I didn't know whether Xu Fan was alive or dead under this blow.

Ma Yiming retracted Fujiki in a puzzled manner. He didn't understand why Xu Fan didn't dodge at all. If you know that this blow, it's impossible for him to block it.

"Junior Ant."

"Ok?"

Just when Ma Yiming thought that Xu Fan had lost, he heard Xu Fan's voice again, and saw Xu Fan suddenly appear in front of his eyes, and then a cold light flashed, and the long sword finally came out of its sheath.

However, this time he was unsheathed, and he had already reached his throat. As long as Xu Fan moved his wrist, he could take his own life.

"Huh, okay, I lost." Ma Yiming understood what Xu Fan had said before, and sighed with some loss, then threw the long sword on the ground and sat on the ground, resting his chin and pondering.

"Strange, Brother Xu, how can you be unscathed?"

...

"This...this is not fair!" Lin Jiaoyu looked at the scabbard in Xu Fan's hand, and exclaimed in dissatisfaction.

He glared at Zhao Banshan and said, "The scabbard is weird, and this level of wood magic is useless at all for him, brother, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Zhao Banshan shrugged innocently, and said, "Uh, I just wanted to talk about it when the lottery was drawn, but Junior Brother Lin, you didn't even give me a chance to talk about it."

"You..." Lin Jiaoyu's face was blue and red, and he was speechless for a long time. He was crazy, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: "I don't know you are talking about scabbard and not swordsmanship!"

Seeing Lin Jiao Yuqi's body trembling, Zhao Banshan patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Hey, Junior Brother Lin, you see, just said that victory or defeat is a matter of military affairs, so forget it?"

Lin Jiaoyu forced a smile on his face and squeezed a word from his teeth.

"Not angry...I am not angry..."

...

In a blink of an eye, the competition of the other two arenas was over. Although Ning Hao's thunder method was overbearing, he was finally lost in front of Qingzhu's exquisite Yuehua technique, and he missed the chance to get close to the top three.

Although Hongling’s red lotus fire was domineering, it was still powerless in front of Xiao Ping’s face. Xiao Ping finally broke Hongling’s heart defense through repeated shadow attacks, taking advantage of Hongling’s carelessness to subdue Hongling. Eliminate it.

After the top three are decided, it's time to split the championship, second and third place.

It was the first time for Xu Fan to stand so close to Xiao Ping. At this time, he understood why Ma Yiming was so afraid of his senior.

I don't know if it's because of the practice of the Dark System Taoism, Xu Fan always feels that this guy is gloomy, so he subconsciously moved his steps to stay away from him.

Of course, the main reason is that the green bamboo is on the other side. Although the two people met and knew each other a bit outrageously, because of this outrageousness, both sides left a good impression.

Xu Fan and Qing Zhu talked for a while without saying a word, but the final test still hadn't started. Seeing Xiao Ping standing side by side coldly, Xu Fan felt a little embarrassed.

It doesn't make much sense to leave people in the cold.

"Uh...hehe, Brother Xiao, the weather today is pretty good."

Xiao Ping glanced at him slightly and said coldly: "Something?"

Well, it seems that I think too much.

Xu Fan rolled his eyes. Compared to chatting with people, this guy probably prefers to be alone alone, and said, "Uh, it's okay."

But his strike-up caught Xiao Ping's attention. Xiao Ping looked at Xu Fan for a while and asked: "Ma Xiaozi lost to you?"

Xu Fan touched his nose. In the previous competition, he was still a little unsuccessful in general, and said embarrassingly, "It's luck."

"I have a chance to do two tricks."

"Ahem..." Seeing that Xiao Ping stopped paying attention to himself after saying this, Xu Fan couldn't help being a little embarrassed. This guy had never thought of asking for his own opinion.

Thinking of his weird Taoism, Xu Fan only felt a chill in his back.

Fight him? just forget it.

After the three of them waited for a while, only one veteran came to the ring and said, "Next, the championship will be contested, and the way of the competition will be changed. Listen well, the three will compete with the chief disciple and hold the round. The one with the most is the champion, do you understand?"

"Big Bingshan?" Xu Fan couldn't help exclaiming.

Qing Zhu glanced at him suspiciously, and asked, "Senior Brother Xu, does Senior Sister Qinghe still have such a nickname?"

Xu Fan let out a sigh of relief, and said: "It's over... I have nothing to play with when I meet her. Champions or something, you two go get it."

He unexpectedly ended up at the same end as Ma Yiming, he was only frightened, but he really met a deadly opponent.

Qing Zhu smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Xu, don't worry, even if Qinghe is my senior sister, she won't release the water, let alone in such an event, she will treat each of us fairly."

Xu Fangan laughed twice and said in his heart: "Even if I am afraid that she will release the water, I am afraid that she will have to perform supernormally when she meets me!"

...

After the old Tao introduced the rules one by one, Qinghe leaped onto the ring from the side. She was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe and held a white rainbow sword in her hand, looking majestic.

The old Dao nodded at Qinghe, and said, "Qinghe, it's handed over to you now."

Qinghe nodded slightly, and then moved towards the three of them. The calm eyes of the lake swept across them, and said: "Three, who will come first?"

Xiao Ping, who had been silent before, took a step forward and drew out his saber with a bang, and said, "I."

Qinghe nodded, then drew out the Baihong sword, and lay it horizontally in front of him. The moonlight glow of the sword couldn't help flowing around the sword body, reflecting the milky skin of Qinghe cow's milk even more white.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Xu Fan retreated from the ring together with Qingzhu, waiting for the two to fight.